Damien’s POV

Pain was the only thing that kept me human these days.

Every breath felt like someone was driving nails into my ribs, but I took it anyway… because pain meant I wasn’t dead yet.

A week. That was how long it had been since the crash, so that meant seven days of morphine, bandages, and the stench of hospital disinfectant.

When the car stopped spinning that night, I saw death for a second.

When the darkness consumed me, I thought that was it.

And that was ...